Can you hear?
Can you hear his footsteps?
On the highway to light,
From the alley of darkness?
The sky is waving her hands,
The ground is raising her sands,
In the stormy wind of his entrance,
As it’s one, one golden chance,
He’s coming, stepping, waving the flag of magnificence,
Look! The ensign is blowing, exposing its silvery radiance,
Are his feet magnet? And the spherical instrument is ferrum?
Don’t know, can’t inform….but he’s a piece of aurum,
A bar of gold, a carton full of treasure,
Why not? His rhythm in the field gives us pleasure.
The pleasure of beauty, the contentment of glow.
He’s a born fighter, the art is like a flow
Of cascade, rolling down from the peak of a highland,
Fulfilling the thirst, drenching the deserts and dry lands,
When we get to see him, our eyes are pacified.
Seeing him in his attires, the opponents are petrified.
His dark hair looks like a piece of coal,
His killing glares always stab the arrows at the goal,
Can you tell me what M’s excellence is? What lies in the magical letter?
Don’t you know? Hehe, I also don’t know, only God knows it better.
Oh! One more knows about it well, and indeed it’s he
That guy who have filled our eyes and hearts with warmth and glee,
Lionel Andres Messi, a dagger of sunrise who rips the nightfall,
The cadence of the elegance, the guardian angel of football.
How should I define you? A captain, a king, a trooper.
Accept this little gift from this useless girl, pardon if there’s any blooper.
Can you hear?